"I Picked the Wrong Flower"
As I pass through a small garden
Attracted to a small flower in a pot open
Amazed the dark red color as it blooms
A flower so beautiful yet has a plain scent
Felt a prick as I touch its stem
Confused as blood drips on my hand
Closely inspect the beautiful flower
Thorns that covered around her
Then I realize to leave it there
A beautiful dark red flower
That gave me a small wound on my finger
I guess I've picked the wrong flower
03/10/2019 7:59 A.M.
YOU ARE READING
Amateur Works
PoésieThese works are purely made from an amateur and aspiring poet. These were made straight from ideas and thoughts which are assembled into a fresh poem. I am clearly open to any critiques that can possibly make my works improve.
